Page 58 of Innocently Imprisoned By the Bratva

“You’re going to have to buy me a new dress,” she moans, sliding the dress off.

“I’ll buy you all the fucking dresses in the world,” I tell her, lifting her onto my lap, her curves molding against me. My cock hardens at the sight of her breasts spilling out from that lace bra, straining against my jeans.

I pull back, meeting her heated gaze with a wicked grin. Pippa’s cheeks flush red, but she doesn’t look away. This is a new side of her I’ve never seen before. Hungry. Desperate. Mine.

My hands skim down her sides, hooking under the lace of her panties and tugging them off her. I slide my hands back up her legs, gently parting her thighs. Pippa's damp heat fills my senses, and I can't help but groan.

"You feel so good, so warm. You're going to feel even better when I slide into you, Baby,” I tell her, now playing with the slick folds of her pussy.

She breathes hot and fast. It's a possessive sound that makes my cock twitch. Her eyes meet mine again, and I see the hunger reflected in them. She mirrors my brashness, her fingers hooking into my belt and pulling it off. My zipper hisses open as her hands push my jeans down, freeing my erection.

Without warning, I jam one finger into her pussy. She almost screams from pleasure, tilting her head back and biting her lower lip. Her breasts reach for the skies and I watch, entranced. I begin pounding her with my finger, slow and steady, over and over again, my rhythm matching that of her breath.

She sits straighter over my finger, now with one leg on both sides of mine. She places one arm around my neck and grabs my cock with the other. While I fuck her with my finger, I look down and see her glide her soft, smooth, manicured fingers up and down my shaft.

I can't help but groan at the sight, my eyes darkening with lust. I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance, my hand still thrusting into her, mirroring the movements she's giving my cock.

She’s soaking wet, dripping down my fingers. I watch as she bends her head and spits on my cock, reducing the friction. My cock becomes harder, which I didn’t think was even possible. “Fuck, Pippa,” I groan at her dirty act, ramming in another finger.

"Lev!" she moans, her eyes closed, her head thrown back in pleasure.

I can't take it anymore. My eyes are transfixed on her bouncing tits as they dance in my face from the onslaught of my fingers. She’s giving me the best damn hand job of my life, and I want to make her cum. I want to make her cum before I feel her pussy on my cock.

“Pippa, you’re mine,” I groan into her ear as she tightens the grip on my dick. I take my thumb and begin to caress her clit, all the while pounding her with the two fingers inside her.

“Oh my god, Lev,” she moans, biting my shoulder.

I feel my own orgasm coming, but she’s close, and I can hold on for this round to continue. Her legs are trembling, her wetness dripping down them. I curve my fingers toward her clit, and tap at the same spot from inside her that my thumb’s massaging from outside.

She screams, writhing on my lap, her pussy clenching around my finger so tightly it's almost painful. The next thing I know, she’s screaming my name and arching her back. I take one arm and place it around her waist, not wanting her to fall back. Her breasts bounce in my face, and I reach down and suck one nipple through her bra while my fingers remain in her pussy, waiting for her orgasm to pass.

It takes a few more seconds, and I keep sucking her through her bra, giving little nips until the last of her orgasm passes.

“Oh my god, Lev,” she moans, melting into my shoulder again. This time, she doesn’t bite. She is still sliding her hand up and down my cock, slowly, gently.

I caress her back and slide my hand up her backbone, reaching her bra. Then, in one swift go, I unhook her bra and toss it aside. Her round, ample, curvaceous breasts spring free for the taking. I’m so turned on that I take one of her nipples into my mouth again, rolling it between my teeth and tongue.

Pippa's breath hitches. “Lev, I need you. Now.”

I don’t need to be told twice. In one go, I slide her off me. She lays sprawled on the couch, and I get back on it, balancing on my knees. I take her hips and flip her around, her ass facing me. She gasps as the couch shifts from the motion.

“Part your legs,” I order her.

She obliges, parting her legs wide. She can feel the cool air hit her pussy, making her even wetter. I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. I smack her ass once, hard, and she throws back her hair. I place my hand on the back of her neck, arching her back, giving me a side eye of her breasts, and ram my cock right into her.

Pippa cries out, her hands clutching the armrests as I thrust into her.

"Lev," she moans, her voice trembling with desire. "Oh my god, Lev."

I keep up the pace, my hips pumping into her, my hands tightening on her hips as I feel the pleasure building inside me. I’m relentless, my cock sliding in and out of her, leaving a trail of wetness behind it. She's tight and hot, and I know that I won't last much longer.

We rock back and forth, my hips pumping furiously into her.

She meets me halfway, her hands on the couch, her head thrown back in pleasure. I reach forward, grabbing her hair and holding it tightly, arching her back further.

"You like that, Sweetheart?" I grin.

Pippa moans, her eyes closed, "Yes, Lev…"

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